man, was it youwho lurked by the barnas I whiffedthe early morningspring tulips& saw theblack ganderfall throughair& divedowninto the water& clutchthe weedsat the bottom& stay there
under falling waterlies a birdwith a broken wing.near a lakethat is bluefrom a skythat is blue.on a green bedit flops& seeks the sourceof the rain;into the rainit flopsseeking the source.other birdspay no attention